It’s frustrating
Being caught up
Heart, we are doing fine without any of that stuff
If we manage to bloom
Well I’m full of shame for it
Hermes is having a party
And there you are
Pointless nothing words
But they become messages from the outside
To do something
To keep going
The Cosmic DJ
Surely I thought of you and then you appeared
In the same way
Voiceless
Well the music is brilliant and filled with little things to discover
Another busy night of dreams
And going to space
What dream me does
I mean they have experience now I guess
Both the old man and woman died this time
I have to figure out what the difference is
Why him? Why her? Why both?
I could just pick up and go to Japan
But there’s living to consider
Yes, living
何と無く
And continuing ever forth
Days are far less terrifying when I know I’ll be okay
What a concept
I’ve bought myself some time
A thousand monkeys couldn’t write this
Only chaos embodied
Cheers to the Moon for that word when my brain failed me
There she is watching me
Watching over me.
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